232 A tall, handsome reporter, who,
with his upturned coat collar and straw-colored, wind-swept hair, seemed to
belong in an ad for Burberry's in The New Yorker, was saying something
about "recent acts of terrorism" in a faraway voice. An Israeli School
bus had been bombed. . . An Arab village in ruins. . . . An old woman cried
without restraint . . . .

233 The handsome, roving reporter,
unchanged in his appearance, disconnected still from his surroundings, was
speaking in a crisp accent that wasn't anything like what she heard on the
streets in New York or Westville . . . .